Ask me to remember and all that I could tell Would be of night coming and how the dark fell Silently and softly and the world seemed older And a hill went to sleep with the moon on its shoulder. Ask me if I loved you and I could only say, There were three tall trees and the river lay Dead and above us was a star-pricked patch of sky, And once I was awakened by a night thing's cry. I've long ago forgotten how the story goes, But I still remember sharply how a cold wind rose And the stars fled trembling and the moon dropped near And the dawn came riding like a cavalcade of fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |